Trashy Childhood Food
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prosodicI was reading my daily blogroll and came across an interesting post about how sales of Spam are now skyrocketing in this economy, ensuring that the employees at Hormel will not be getting laid off anytime soon.
It's been years since I've had Spam. I think my Mom keeps it in her pantry and fixes it occasionally for a quick supper, but I honestly can't stand the stuff (and she now knows better than to ever fix it when I'm visiting...I think she did it once and I ended up making myself a bowl of cereal). What's even worse is Treet, which is what my Mom bought for us when we were kids. I remember eating it with ketchup to help hide the taste of it, but perhaps it only made it worse.
I remember listening to my Grandpa's war stories, about how they served Spam for breakfast, lunch and dinner on his ship. Every. Single. Day. Once he left the Navy, he could never even look at a can of Spam again, let alone eat it. I seem to recall that he also ate a lot of potatoes, but he could never hate on potatoes the way he hated on Spam.
I don't think the post really has a point or anything. I just thought it was interesting, and Mom and I were talking about a similar subject a week or so ago. She said that when we were kids, she used to buy those boxes of Kraft Spaghetti Dinner. That was apparently all that was available until Prego came out, and then she started buying that. Because she tried to make her own spaghetti sauce once and it was a spectacular failure. I don't remember eating Kraft Spaghetti Dinner, but I remember the Prego.
One of my favorite childhood meals that I still crave sometimes (and it sounds completely repulsive, but it's soooooooo gooooooood) - Chef Boyardee pizza kit topped with sliced hotdogs and diced bacon. I know I've mentioned it before on my LJ. I even made it once for Lance before we were married. Mom and I were talking about this just last weekend and now I've been wanting it. She never makes it anymore, but she still thinks about that meal all the time. I'll have to make it next time I'm in Ohio or they're here visiting.
And of course, Kraft Shells & Cheese, prepared as directed. Cut up hotdogs into it, add liberal dashes of oregano, pour into casserole dish and bake until the hotdogs are brown around the edges and the top of the macaroni is slightly crispy. Another childhood favorite.
Another one, a side dish, actually - Stove Top stuffing mixed with Campbell's chicken noodle soup. My mom used to call it worm stuffing when we were kids.
How I'm not suffering from hypertension from all this high sodium stuff, I have no idea.
It's so funny that my tastes have totally changed since then. Yeah, I still like my trashy food (I am planning on some sort of skillet meal tonight with chicken, cream of chicken soup, and Minute Rice) on occasion, but eating "pretentious" food makes me very happy.
It's been years since I've had Spam. I think my Mom keeps it in her pantry and fixes it occasionally for a quick supper, but I honestly can't stand the stuff (and she now knows better than to ever fix it when I'm visiting...I think she did it once and I ended up making myself a bowl of cereal). What's even worse is Treet, which is what my Mom bought for us when we were kids. I remember eating it with ketchup to help hide the taste of it, but perhaps it only made it worse.
I remember listening to my Grandpa's war stories, about how they served Spam for breakfast, lunch and dinner on his ship. Every. Single. Day. Once he left the Navy, he could never even look at a can of Spam again, let alone eat it. I seem to recall that he also ate a lot of potatoes, but he could never hate on potatoes the way he hated on Spam.
I don't think the post really has a point or anything. I just thought it was interesting, and Mom and I were talking about a similar subject a week or so ago. She said that when we were kids, she used to buy those boxes of Kraft Spaghetti Dinner. That was apparently all that was available until Prego came out, and then she started buying that. Because she tried to make her own spaghetti sauce once and it was a spectacular failure. I don't remember eating Kraft Spaghetti Dinner, but I remember the Prego.
One of my favorite childhood meals that I still crave sometimes (and it sounds completely repulsive, but it's soooooooo gooooooood) - Chef Boyardee pizza kit topped with sliced hotdogs and diced bacon. I know I've mentioned it before on my LJ. I even made it once for Lance before we were married. Mom and I were talking about this just last weekend and now I've been wanting it. She never makes it anymore, but she still thinks about that meal all the time. I'll have to make it next time I'm in Ohio or they're here visiting.
And of course, Kraft Shells & Cheese, prepared as directed. Cut up hotdogs into it, add liberal dashes of oregano, pour into casserole dish and bake until the hotdogs are brown around the edges and the top of the macaroni is slightly crispy. Another childhood favorite.
Another one, a side dish, actually - Stove Top stuffing mixed with Campbell's chicken noodle soup. My mom used to call it worm stuffing when we were kids.
How I'm not suffering from hypertension from all this high sodium stuff, I have no idea.
It's so funny that my tastes have totally changed since then. Yeah, I still like my trashy food (I am planning on some sort of skillet meal tonight with chicken, cream of chicken soup, and Minute Rice) on occasion, but eating "pretentious" food makes me very happy.
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Date: 2008-11-17 07:11 am (UTC)My mom used to slice halfway down the middle of a hotdog and then turn it and cut it about two or so slices down the middle until there were "legs" and when she fried them they would curl up and became octopus dogs! I haven't thought of that in ages! Nor have I ever tried doing it myself.